I didnt choose to be born so I'm gonna make it everyone's problem

Chrysalism

The burning planks sizzled beneath my bare feet as I strode towards the edge of the dock. I toed the rope with which the next door neighbor tied his boat to our porch. A ghastly man, and a true reflection of his rickety house which was filled with rotting wood, ancient electrics and other god awful loot that he managed to salvage from the river or garbage dumps. And since he was rude to me the day before, the temptation to steal that barely floating bucket of a boat was getting more and more tempting. I dangled my feet in the green water, letting the cool take over the stifling heat. It was quiet. Humid. A storm was on its way. The atmosphere just waiting to be cleansed. I felt a tension between my shoulder blades. The house was waking up. My friends stumbled onto the porch still from sleep, the sliding door slammed behind them. I rolled my eyes and my shoulders. Not a single moment of peace with them. Try as I did I couldn’t manage to hide my smile behind the frown, “There’s gonna be a storm today guys, so you better enjoy the sun while it lasts.” Their groans of frustration were like music to my ears, as I stood up to face the water still. Too late that I heard an evil chuckle and before I could register anything I was picked up and flung into the cold water. I tried to sink all the way to the bottom.   It was midnight when the first lightning strike tore through the quiet. I couldn’t sleep anyway, past demons were keeping me company. I never liked being alone anyway. I gathered my blanket and stumbled to the living room, and sank into the couch. The metal pipes gargled with the pouring rain and the ground shuddered with the force of the storm. The rolling thunder made a home in my chest as my heart beat thudded in unison with the dripping water. I watched the play of nature unfold behind the glass, and I traced the scars in the sky as they were torn open and healed again. I imagined if the sky could do it, then I could do it too. I sighed a smile and went to brew myself some tea.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello hello! Yes I am back! Been focused on my life and outlining my main WIP, that I barely posted anything here.  So ya here’s just a quick short warm up before I dived back into my writing. I just felt like getting this off my soul, I have been itching to write something like this for a while now, so I hope you enjoy it and lemme know what you think! :D

Eyoooo! Does anybody know of books that make brain cells want to do some creative magic? It would be very much appreciated because I’m feeling faint tingles of inspiration and I tried to throw movies and music into the fire but it aint growin’ so I believe that some quality book recommendations can save my unworthy soul from the void of boring life :D (like honestly any genre would do i am have no specific preference)

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @draw-and-write-right, Thank you so much for tagging me, and honestly it was like a kick in the butt because I really have been meaning to right but my laziness was too overwhelming... and that has made me write two lil paragraphs instead of yet again debating whether to abandon this whole idea altogether. So really thank you :D

Yan exited the carriage in front of the Merman Traders headquarters. It has been a while since he had visited the office, the girls, Mina and Hari got things running smoothly as far as he was concerned. Minus the hiccup of the stolen ship of course but he still blames Zor for it.

Employees nodded to him as he strode through the halls and the corridors. Unfamiliar faces sitting at the secretaries’ desks greeted him, and they jumped up right away to check if the Ms. and Ms. Patel were available. Pausing at the doors of his office, he knocked.

I tag: @norawritess, @thescribesloft, @adenhamcreations, @crossyoursins, @phoenix-the-write-thing, @blueinkblot

Hello hello everyone

I have awoke I hope from my slumber. I was going through some mad personal shit (as per usual, like whats new) so I am hoping to jump back on the wave of reading, writing and drawing again. We will see how that goes... but YES

I am exciteMENT because I got some plans cookin’ up in my head and I am getting ready to serve y’all some of that good stuff™

game of thrones character ask game

Advice necessary please! :D

Okay so I have kinda been out of the loop with my writing lately. I cant remember the last time I worked on my wip: Tunnel at the End of the Light (I mean in my mind this time I have actual excuses so much death that happened in my life for the past month) and I was wondering of what you guys do to keep your drive, your fire for your writing and your wips. And if you can actually advise on how I might rekindle my own passion for my writing.

Thank you in advance and just another thing that I might add... if you are working on any wips of your own feel free to send them my way so that I can check them out and support you in return! :D

Necessary Detachment

It is 12 AM. I have to wake up in 7 hours. I have a whole day of lab work, lectures, phone calls and responsibilities, a hangout at a pub with people who I know are too afraid to show emotion. I already know I will be drained to a hollow shell by the end of the day, and I will dread coming home to roommates who are always sick and have no basic knowledge of human hygiene.

But I am awake. Because I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know anything anymore, what is real... I thought there is justice in this world, not on a large scale though. No, that is to much to hope for. I was hoping just for one person and apparently that was already too much to ask.

All because I thought I could save my friend. I only made things worse. She didn’t ask for my help but I went out of my way to try and save her. In the end she made her choice, she chose to be a victim and I can only watch it consume her.

I was not supposed to be involved but my emotions got the best of me and I broke. My own frustrations of rejected affections, a death of a loved one, the fact that things are way more simpler in reality than in our minds, they shattered my control.

So I have decided to withdraw from the world to a certain degree. Its not like we have been overly attached to each other anyway. I have decided to go vegetarian and have been one for more than a week now. (The amount of jokes about that is already going through the roof) I will focus more on my art and my writing, there is no better detachment from reality than that, and pray that my nightmares and panic attacks will disappear.

In the end I have only what question to ask: Is it more important to be happy or to be right?

I am going to answer than in my world I want to be happy. I am happy. Although there are times when I feel like I do not deserve it, I understand that actually I do. I worked hard to be who I am, to be where I am. I don’t care about anyone other than myself because I am the center of my world.

No one can hurt me now.